On the outskirts of Lake Umacy, there was a gigantic skeleton wielding four Kusanagi in a variety of shapes. It lusted for battle, and wandered the world in search for the thrill of fighting and killing its enemies. But no matter how much it fought, it still could not quench its thirst. Even after death and decay, it could not rest in peace, and probably never will. This demon came to be known as the Sword Dancer, a wandering spirit, with nothing but a pitch-black skeleton with eight arms and goat horns on its skull as a form to take. "F...f....f...fight....," Sword Dancer's eerie voice whispered along the current of the wind.